Spring -- A Poem by Margaret

 Spring

Sing a song of growing things,

Of new delight that each day brings,

And the bird that gladly sings.


Sing a song of brightest green,

Of flowers that grow so pure and clean,

And new beauty so serene.


Sing a song of a world made new,

That has been reclaimed from winter’s blue,

And seems to be made for you.


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